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Track and Field
Fri Jul 23, 2021 9:31 pm
The Track and Field
The dirt road leads from the Campus grounds to a shoddy building that houses the small wooden floor gym. Various lockers and lodging sits between the entrance and the field itself a large green section sits at the center of the red track. Stands for fans sit around the track, though it has typically been empty due to the limited amount of sorcerers and people knowledgeable of their exploits. The Field has multipurpose use and is one of the largest most open areas present.
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Re: Track and Field
Tue Oct 26, 2021 1:43 am
And thus their business for the day was concluded. The 2021 Class of Sorcerers had finally made it through. Though many of them were still young, their first day was more eventful than most. No one had lost their life, though many had many questions and no answers. The darkness of the night set upon the campus in its entirety. The students huddled in their dorms to do what they pleased until the next day.
And then, like every day before this one. The sun rose once more. This time under the loose cover of rain. The light broke through the cover of dark clouds littered sporadically over the skies canvas. A heavy mist hovered in the air around jujutsu tech. The rain was but a sprinkle, subtle but noticeable. It made the cool mountain air strike the skin with a distinct shiver. To the hearty, it was refreshing. Media reports suggested the rain would only last part of the day. But how right were they on any given day?
The Campus grounds stood still now, devoid of the presence of students or adults. The parking lot was empty, many of the older staff having either gone home, or gone out for the days works. Despite the silence here on campus, the night meant more horrors for those out in the world. Curses continued to be born. And they continued to wreak havoc. It was this generations duty to gain the strength necessary to dwindle their numbers as many of their ancestors did before them.
And yet....
Only those with dedication and discipline would ever move forward.
The brightness of the sun had finally risen for Jujutsu Technical Highschool. The time is 7:45 AM. It is 56 degrees outside with low winds.
Re: Track and Field
Tue Oct 26, 2021 2:52 am
The morning sun was warm against his flesh. The air was heavy and thick with the smell of sweet smoke. It hung on the wet air pleasantly. The sprinkle of rain did not seem to disturb him much. As promised, Majin Ryu arrived early at the Track and Field. His eyes were hung low. A yawn escapes him, accompanied by a bellow of loose smoke that could be mistaken for his breath against the wind. He sat alone, centered on the bleachers. His arms rested against his knees as his arms nearly clasped together. He sported a Camo jacket and pants today. On his hands were a pair of gloves. His lucky tan-colored hat protected his face from getting wet. A blank expression sits upon his face. Small streaks of light, illuminated his gaze with subtle fluorescence. His presence was still. Nearly invisible he took a drag of smoke and held it for a moment, then released it once more. Across from him, at the center of the field was a small barricade of sandbags just inches off the ground.
I wonder if any of them are gonna show up this 'fine' morning. If not, I could have slept in too. Scum.
For a moment he despises his duties once more. Though this moment would pass. In truth, his life in the military had gotten him accustomed to an early rise. To the unpleasantness of certain portions of life. Waking up early when one did not was something he had no choice but to accept long ago. At least this time, it was not for his sake. But for theirs. Of course, Majin knew full well that a number of students would not show up for training today. Again, it wasn't required. That was on them.
I'm sure the ones that do show up are a cut above the rest. They may see some serious growth in no time...
Maybe...
"Well...Whatever. I'm Early as shit anyway. At least I've got time for a smoke."
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Re: Track and Field
Wed Oct 27, 2021 5:30 pm
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◣ — [KATSUMI UNMEI.] — ◥
Katsumi had been outside in the training ground at 6:00 am, directly on the dot. He had been meditating, contemplating the information he found about the skull with Taiku. I still can't believe I let down my guard and let Taiku find out about this shit. I gotta give this poem to the principal later too, I made a couple copies which I'll give to him. Katsumi thought more about the skull and the information he found about the skull which made him angrier and angrier as the more he thought about it which was surprising considering his usual calm and collected self. It seemed that sleep deprivation had caused him to lose his sense of rationality and made him more easily agitated. Finally, as someone else appeared on the grounds, Kat's anger finally made him yell in frustration.
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE, HOW CAN THAT EVEN EXIST?!? GODS DON'T EVEN EXIST YET THEIR FUCKING CORPSES DO?!?"
Katsumi rubbed his head in frustration as he looked at the person that arrived on the training grounds. It was the one that Katsumi was hoping to meet but not like this. Fuck, first Taiku now Majin? This day can not get any worse. Katsumi looked visibly and audibly frustrated and upset as he couldn't get the thought of that skull and poem out of his head.
("Exitium
The serpent of ruin sleeps in existence
As his children fight with persistence
Against the universe's protection as punishment
Sin has lead to the final breath
Love kept secret has forced blood
The betrayal has brought tears
And anguish fills a heart
A story was written to wash the past
For the future
Everything will shatter
With Plague, War, Famine
And then Death.")
What the fuck does it mean? Katsumi thought about the poem. The serpent? Does it mean the skull? His children… Who could they be fighting? They're fighting for love. Betrayal… Did they betray each other? It's obvious that whoever betrayed the other regretted it. But what does "a story was written to wash the past for the future" mean? This story sounds so similar to that story I found about the demon king and the behemoth. Could they be talking about them? Everything will shatter? Is it referring to today's age? Or is it referring to events that already happened. The black plague, world war 2, the Irish famine and the great massacres that happened all over the world. But that doesn't fucking make sense. From how this paper looks like, it's from a time before any proper sort of communication was created. And what about Shiva, the god that that skull supposedly is from. Isn't he a fucking indian god? How is he here in Japan?
"FOR EVERY FUCKING ANSWER, THREE MORE QUESTIONS ARISE, IT'S LIKE A FUCKING QUESTION HYDRA!?!"
Katsumi got up and stretched for the training that was about to happen as the skull and poem stuck to his mind like a leech. Kat tried thinking of something else but his curiosity about these two things were too great as it seems that Katsumi was going down a rabbithole of obsession if he's not careful with these two objects.
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Re: Track and Field
Thu Oct 28, 2021 11:24 pm
Up and At 'Em!
Track and Field—Okiku Ito
Okiku wasn't groggy, not even in the slightest. He was kept up, lifted by the bouyancy of the songs he had listened to. Even when the warmth of the sun was a comfy swaddle—not even a yawn escaped his mouth. The dew from the light early morning fog hung low to the ground and clung to the grass like a fresh coat of paint. His athletic shoes could be heard in conjunction with rhythmic snapping as he showed up. Soon enough he'd be spotted, a white tee on his torso and dark beige chino pants fitted nicely to his legs. Similarly to Majin, he even had a camo jacket, though it was wrapped around his waist. The one thing that stuck out, though, were the bands wrapped hastily around his arms. He seemed content as he held his phone to his face, a feint smile visible. The wire of his headphones was plugged in to his phone as he prodded through a cluttered playlist of songs. He could be heard singing along, though faintly."I said to myself when we're old" He uttered the few lyrics. Atleast—what he thought were the lyrics. He realized a presence with him on the field and scouted out a figure in the distance, Katsumi, who Okiku assumed was in his own world. "Same, man. Same"
As the music faded, Okiku absorbed more of his environment in.
"Where is everyone else? Ain't that loud instructor guy supposed to be here too? What a boring way to start off the semester."
He ranted to whom he thought was himself, not realizing that Majin actually wasn't too far from where he sat. In boredom, he took a seat on nearby bleachers; the same that Majin situated himself on. He lazed back as the next track begun to play, continuing on in audible rambling as he awaited for something, anything!..To catch his attention. Hopefully this training would start soon, yeah?
"Wonder if the 'Strawhats' are gonna make it. Hope I get to fight that instructor at some point. Majin something—I'd love to see what he's got in store. Bet he's into mellow hiphop too."
He continued to think aloud to himself.
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Re: Track and Field
Sat Oct 30, 2021 1:52 am
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This is so exciting!
Hopping from foot to foot, Taikutsuna basked in her anticipation. Quite frankly, she was hardly thinking about what she'd learned with Katsumi. Her mind, rather, was focused on the task ahead - becoming friends with Majin! Training, too. Although she'd done her best to arrive especially early, it was apparent that there'd been some setbacks. As a result, she was the fourth to arrive.
Taiku paced one of the white lines, standing not far from the bleachers. Occasionally, she'd crouch down and feel the texture of the track beneath her fingers, letting out a breathy string of short phrases, presumably consisting of a number of 'wow's and 'so cool's. The girl's eyes seemed to continuously glimmer with a wide-eyed shine, enunciating an excitement that was always present within her. But, why? Such a question would remain unanswered. It was not completely out of the question that Taiku herself did not know the answer. In fact, it was plausible; Taikutsuna certainly wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box.
She seemed to have little inclination to interact with any of her peers, or, at least, for the moment. The girl was lost in her fascination with the world.
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Re: Track and Field
Sun Oct 31, 2021 9:52 am
~The Night Before~
As the sun began to set upon a rather tense and hard-fought day of testing, the young Nagi Seijūrō having spent some time checking on and getting to know his teammate Iko Kamo had begun to make his way to his new home in his dorm. It wouldn't 't take too long for the young lord of the Seijūrō Clan to arrive at his dorm, after having unlocked the door and stepped in he was greeted by a rather minimalist room. For some, this might not be up to their standards, especially those of the Big Three Families, but for Nagi this was perfect. He had never been one to require a lot of stuff to enjoy himself. Now that he was in his humble abode for the next three years Nagi would take a few minutes to unpack before taking a shower and heading to bed. He wanted to be wide awake and well-rested for his first class in the morning.
~The Present~
As the morning sun shone brightly in the sky above, a young man dressed in a rather simple and clean Jujutsu High uniform could be seen wandering towards the track a yellow duffle bag slung over his shoulder. The boy was none other than Nagi Seijūrō one of the newest first-year students of Jujutsu High. As Nagi made his way across the impressive Track and Field of Jujutsu High, he couldn't help but take notice of the light sprinkle that was descending from the sky. "Man, I hope that this doesn't get too heavy. If it does it could affect class which is the last thing I need," Thought Nagi as he continued across the field making sure to take in all the sights, including the number of other students who had seemed to arrive first. Unfortunately, when Nagi made not of the number he became a little worried at the lack of student's currently present, he hoped that they had simply slept in or were on their way right now.
This worry that Nagi was feeling wouldn't last long though as he threw it away to make sure that there were no distractions for him during this class, especially when they were being taught personally by none other than the legendary Majinkoji Ryu. Nagi knew that this was his first and only chance to make a good impression as well as being a great opportunity to gain some much-needed experience and training. As Nagi was approaching the location where they had meant he took a moment to search for their new sensei, as he would need to rely on his natural senses seeing as he couldn't even sense the slightest trace of cursed energy belonging to anyone other than himself and the three either students. Luckily, it didn't take too long to notice Majin lazily relaxing with smoke in his mouth. As Nagi approached the meeting area he would reach up and take hold of the small white stick that sat in the corner of his mouth before removing it to reveal a lemon flavoured lollipop. "Sorry if I'm late Majin Sensei. I kinda slept in a little more than intended," said Nagi calling out to Majin who seemed unfazed by anything that went on around him. Once he had finished speaking Nagi would proceed to go back to sucking on the lollipop he had in his hand.
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Re: Track and Field
Sun Oct 31, 2021 9:19 pm
It wasn’t until the advent of morning that Ao realized his packing was insufficient. Scouring every fold and crease of his oversized duffle bag’s interior, he discovered that he had exclusively brought boxers, tracksuit tops, a couple phrygian caps he didn’t remember ever owning, and a few loose hoodies. Desperate, he searched for a couple dozen minutes all around his dorm room, vacillated between wearing the sweat-logged pair of pants hanging outside, and contemplated stealing from his neighbor’s wardrobe. But ultimately he decided all these attempts would be ineffective or entailed a needless amount of work or trouble. So Ao made due with his meager clothing. He wore two pairs of dark-colored boxers and the baggiest tracksuit top he could find -- one with a stubby turtleneck and a green and white Yayoi Kusama polkadot print.
Ao jogged onto the track a couple minutes late, tugging the front of his shirt downwards so it stretched to his knees. As he closed in he leapt upwards and planted both feet on the toothy face of the track in unison, announcing his arrival. The sound he produced -- or sheer lack thereof -- disappointed him, and he sneered at the ground as if spiteful of the track itself. After brushing raindrops from his head, his eyes located Majin and he waved. He looked at his wet fingertips and frowned. The way the rain pelted his head and slid down onto his face unadulterated was always irritating, and it was one of the few reasons he envied those with hair.
“Damn! I should’ve worn my phrygian cap,” he spat outwardly, walking barefoot over the track and stretching, eying his contemporaries with jagged brows.
“What’s first, Majin-san? Are we doing sprints or something today? Maybe intervals?” He settled on clasping his hands on the top of his head as he continued to work and flex his legs. Ao’s angered demeanor eased as he spoke of training, and his posture even seemed to actively straighten out.
With the rest of the liminal period Ao finally took the time to study the others. Katsumi, the loudest of them all, drew his attention first. He saw the swirling wrinkles of stress over his face, and watched them as they developed and grew with each fit of shouting. Ao didn’t appreciate his cries nor his approach to whatever he was studying. He seemed more than anything, maybe solely, to be manic and tortured by his subject. He yelled only in complaint, and it didn’t seem like he was making any progress. If he was so occupied and consumed in his study that he felt compelled to scream of it, Ao doubted he would see much benefit from this training at all.
Then he noticed Okiku, with his weightless step and usual musical accoutrements. As they were his only impressions of him, Ao thought of the boy as little more than gimmicky. His casual and unimposing appearance made Ao dislike him, and because of his seeming differences he thought of him as a petty enemy. Despite this, he quietly envied the coordination, seamlessness, and style he had in carrying himself.
“What a poser. You can listen to music all you want, but can you even sing, or compose inspired rhymed verse in classical poetic meter on the spot, like me? I doubt it, loser. Also, I bet you Majin-san’s way more into classical.” Ao didn’t have that strong of a feeling such was the truth, but he thought it sounded right, and it was worth the minor risk to be contrarian and refute him, he thought.
Ao admired Taikutsuna’s simple readiness, but she seemed a little naive and even whimsical from his initial glance. He was curious of how she would perform in the training and of the deeper nature of her character. But Ao was hardly threatened; her innocence was so potent and permeating its presence as it emanated from her was almost sharp and imposing in itself, in the way the motions of a cartoon are jarring and startling.
The Nagi boy was somehow even simpler in disposition. His style and appearance was mostly bare and average, save for the lollipop, which gave him a childish and aloof air. His speech wallowed in formality and dull convention; it rung stale in Ao’s ears. But he was interested and even impressed by his diligent approach to the training, and he had the same level of attentiveness as Taiku, only his was more grounded and subtle.
It was a sparse, but diverse and generally-well-equipped cast, Ao thought. He was almost sure that he was better than them all as a sorcerer, but maintained an intense curiosity towards them which had only swelled on closer inspection. Smiling, his eyes re-anchored on Majin, and his legs finally settled from their stretches, poised and rippling with modest but economic muscular definition, the footprints of his bare soles almost coalesced with the harsh surface of the track.
Training Begins! Round 1 Taiku Vs Okiku!
Tue Nov 02, 2021 1:08 am
Over the next dozen or so minutes various students. To his surprise, Katsumi Unmei was the first. He had arrived far earlier than most. This black-haired boy was about 5'10 but he was somewhat thin and unintimidating. Though he must have had something on his mind. He seemed lost in a string of thought. From a glance, Majin could tell that he was well-meaning, if not a bit dull. In battle, he may not take the frontal position. Such tenacity would have to be extracted from him. Despite this, he could also tell he was honest, though a bit on the quieter side. To me, he pegs me as the type of kid would'nt say if he isn't directly asked.
Sometime later and Okiku Ito wandered onto the field. He oozed a sort of enthusiasm that in all honesty made Majin recoil. The loudness of his headphones could be heard from a distance and Majin wondered if he cared at all for his ears. There was almost no gap in time between the next few arrivals. Taikutsuna Unmei, Nagi Seijūrō & Ao Ryu were the last three to show up, doing so at more or less the same time. Maybe a minute or so apart. They would each gather just a number of feet from him along the tracks pathway. Taiku traced the lines and muttered excitement to herself. The tall and Lanky Nagi seemed a bit laxer. He was about the same height as Majin, though like Katsumi he lacked significant mass.
"Wonder if the 'Strawhats' are gonna make it. Hope I get to fight that instructor at some point. Majin something—I'd love to see what he's got in store. Bet he's into mellow hip-hop too."
The loud self-talking of Okiku caused a vein to raise in his head, though Nagi's voice suddenly drugs him out of it.
"Sorry if I'm late Majin Sensei. I kinda slept in a little more than intended."
Behind him, Ao and all his bald glory spoke out, obviously excited for the day. He was like a jittery boy who had just doped up on candy. Though his familiar excitement set Majin at ease.
“What’s first, Majin-san? Are we doing sprints or something today? Maybe intervals?”
Without waiting for his answer, Ao turns his attention to Okiku who had been talking aloud. “What a poser. You can listen to music all you want, but can you even sing, or compose inspired rhymed verse in classical poetic meter on the spot, like me? I doubt it, loser. Also, I bet you Majin-san’s way more into classical.”
Clearly not ready himself, Majin takes another large drag of smoke and exhales. I believe this is enough to get started. he confirms to himself. He places the cigar between his lips as his attention adjusts to the young boys before him.
"You lot are right on time. How you choose to limber up is on you guys." The Ryu Clan patriarch rises from his sitting position. In each of his steps, was a callous nonchalance. It oozed off him at any given moment. Though this was not always the case. In many instances it was. And the man had no reason to hide it.
"Today we're going to be playing some simulation games. The first thing first is Our 1v1 exorcise.
Heh, get it? I'll call it.....Sumo Smash." His feet collide with the track now. The patter of water and pavement emanated from his steps. Both his hands slip into his coat pockets as he begins the walk toward the center of the field.
"The rules for this game are simple. No weapons are allowed. But otherwise, anything goes inside the 'arena'. The center of the field, the circle over there is about 10 yards, or 9.15 meters if you arent from the west. The goal is to knock our adversary out past the sandbags. You'll each have one or two chances to duke it out with one another until our next exercise."
His right arm escapes his pocket and points. First at Okiku, then Taiku. "I've decided you two are first up. The rest of us will spectate. Get your preparations out the way and get those asses in the ring."
In truth, he was looking forward to this one. He had heard they had great coordination during their test. So he wondered how they would fair against one another. Despite the fact that she was only 5'1 and he was 5'8, he could tell right away that the girl was hearty. His body had a stockiness that the others lacked. Though Okiku had the air of strength. He was more so hoping to see how the girl faired at taking on threats that, at least on the surface were beyond her.
"Oh, and I like hip-hop just as much as the genres that birthed it. You can add in anime theme songs too. Sorry Ao, but the classic shit only works in certain places. I love a good orchestra but a classical mood is as niche for me as it gets. I would have to be down on my luck to be on that type of vibe. Now, let's go chop-chop!" He claps his hands twice prompting the students to ready themselves. Match One would consist of Taiku vs Okiku! Who would be thrown out the ring first? How would the two fair in such a small space? This was sure to be an exciting one.
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Re: Track and Field
Sun Nov 07, 2021 11:07 pm
“What a poser. You can listen to music all you want, but can you even sing, or compose inspired rhymed verse in classical poetic meter on the spot, like me? I doubt it, loser. Also, I bet you Majin-san’s way more into classical.”
These words broke through his music, who..?
The gleam in his head..An ill-fitted tracksuit and a voice that proved itself to be annoying when it could: it was the surprising sight and noise of Ao. Okiku could feel the disdain from here—but couldn't gather anything in retaliation. It was surprising to him, to find someone who seemed strong into the art of music, past just a listener—in this place out of any. He stood up, his headphones falling to his neck as he moved. Still digesting the retort though, Majin took hold of the situation and, aside from the cheap pun, Okiku got the gist pretty quickly. Majin pointed towards the first starting fighters and Okiku got hit with a wave of excitement as the finger landed on him. He looked to the other contender and found out quickly that Taiku was chosen. "Taiku..?" He muttered under his breath, wondering if it was just coincidence or Majin had been curious about the outcome of the matchup. No matter—Okiku's energy hadn't wavered. He hadn't seen much of Taiku's physical skills and was more than ready to see them. Just after, Majin's call out to both Ao and him gave him a positive feeling inside. Smoothly disarming the situation, Okiku was put in the perfect mood and ready to fight!
"Alright! Taiku! You ready to do this?" He quickly ran to his fellow team member. "You might be even elected the new captain! Not like I'll make that an easy feat for you anyways!"
He stepped into the ring and rushed to the center, or atleast, what he thought it was. Either way, he was hopeful of a fight to come!
" 'Taiku vs Okiku | The Cool Duel!' pretty nice ring to it, yeah? Oh! And.. KEEP YOUR EYES PEELED, EVERYONE! THIS'LL BE THE AWESOMEST THING ANY ONE OF YOU HAVE EVER WITNESSED!"
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